I have no choice but to post again because I have nothing better to do. There are 2 computer addicts colonising the house right now, and no one is stopping us. I'll type about how I've been coping with life without parents, season 2.

My grandparents dropped off dinner before going to church for prayer meeting. They usually bring one or two dishes for dinner on Thursdays, but this time it was more than just for the fun of it. Meanwhile, Jean had just come back from her Raffles Model United Nations Conference. Tomorrow is the last day, I think, but it stretches all the way till about 10pm. Jean bought back bubble tea and we started on dinner. Dinner wasn't the tricky part. The cleaning up was not so easy because the container was oily for some strange reason. Even though Jean but tons of detergent, the thing was still oily. The secret, I discovered, was to use hands to wash it. That was after experimenting with soaking it in detergent-water solution. I nearly wanted to shout "Eureka!" when the container tested negative for oil. That was one obstacle cleared.

I learnt from the past experience without mom and dad at home, and I decided to start the washer early so I would be able to hang the clothes up earlier and not end up sleeping at 2am. But I think I started it too early, because I found myself walking around the house aimlessly before deciding to kill time by using the computer.

Then at 9pm, I suddenly realised that we were supposed to cut up pears to eat. Better late than never, so I decided to fulfill my parents' wish list. I'm not sure, but I think that was my first time cutting up a pear. I think I seem very spoilt at this stage, and I really wouldn't mind if my parents made me go through all this more often. I was almost going to calculate the angle at which my knife was supposed to cut the pear. It was harder cutting out the core of the pear, those triangle shaped things I usually see in the middle of a pear slice. I think I didn't measure the angle and forces properly because some slices ended up splitting along the weak point. Amidst all the precision work, I was also worrying for the safety of my fingers. In the end, the pear slices were unusually oddly shaped, but it was rewarding getting to eat it. I'll have to practice more if I want to eat something more aesthetically pleasing.

Music homework looks unfriendly. I still have 4 stanzas of a poem to compose a melody + piano accompaniment to, within 3 weeks, but realistically, 1 week. That's troublesome because I don't even play the piano, and even if I can play a negligible bit, I don't know how to write down what I play. So I end up having to settle for something easy to write down and play at the same time. That usually lacks creativity and techincal challenge. Furthermore, the poem is weird. Ai interpretted it as a gay guy writing it for his partner.